The Ghosts of Windmill Hill by John D Revelator published on 2013/07/07 11:52:24 +0000 Melancholia - Lovesick small town double dip depression blues - Cheer up big fella! The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. From the tagged and smashed up bus stop where we always went to deal to the cluttered shuttered cornershop where we first learned how to steal There’s bitter wind blowing southbound from the high & lonely moors its fingers tap the windows & probe holes in every door. There’s a mourning sound from flapping fence as the wind screams across the park and clanging chain from a broken swing that rattles after dark Is that a keening in the north wind as it carries winter’s chill? Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill Break In the bashed and battered phone box where you’d skin up after dark You can hear the Friday sirens wail and dozen guard dogs bark By the lonely church and graveyard where a 1000 mothers mourned The wind kicks can through tombstone goals watched by ripped discarded porn Is that the clapping of a headless centrefold as she cheers Aeolian skill? Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill. The sails stopped turning years ago like the cogs inside the mill The factories in the town below are silent dark & still Today there’s just no work at all Shops all boarded in the mall The dying sounds of this old town are shrill And we’re all going off the meet them The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Guitar break Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. We’d talk for hours by the roundabout & I thought our love was sealed When I held you tight against the cold north wind as it tore across the playing field Now that bitter blast still blows through here like it always used to do But I’m chattering on my own here, alone and missing you Is that a sobbing on the boreal breeze for a love that lost its’ thrill? Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill. I loved you like no other man could or ever will You know if you here today I’d love you up until The end of time when one & all Answer hell or heaven’s call I loved you then & you know I love you still But our love’s gone to the four winds With the Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill. Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.